She was sitting on the train when she heard it, the 6.30 bonecrusher, sardines with slippy hands and leaking earphones right in her face, that tune. Now she couldn't get rid of it, like she'd stepped in dogshit before standing in an elevator. She wanted to scream, what's its name? Panic.
At last, Wildsound has a stab at my poem but I can’t help thinking the chap didn’t under stand it…
Poetry performed by actor Kaleb Alexander
SOCIAL FRETWORK by Dermott Hayes
POETRY 7 questions:
What is the theme of your poem?
Are social networks a paradox?
How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
When we communicate with cyber friends, does it engender more anxiety and loneliness.
How long have you been writing poetry?
Do you have a favorite poet?
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Published three books, a biography, a novel and a collection of short stories. New novel on the way and another collection of short stories. Short film, 1916, Souls of Freedom to be screened at Kerry Film Festival in October. Screenplay, Old Bones has been performed, this month, by Wildsound festival.
What is your…
View original post 4 more words